As a parent you never know what will be asked of you from your family. I have done things I didn't want to do and also on the flip side things I have jumped at the chance to tackle head on. When it comes down to our children it has always been a little difficult for me not to jump in and do things for them at various times while they were growing up. I think every parent battles this issue, some more than others.
Several years ago I first heard the term "helicopter parent". I am not sure who coined this phrase but it is something I know I am not. When the kids were growing up when it came down to school projects that they were required to do, I took from how my parents raised me, they stood in the background, gave little to no help when it came down to it.
I always had to bit my tongue when I would go to parent nights at there schools, you could always pick out the projects that the parents had put a little more into than the children so that their child would get the highest praise. Why they don't realize it doesn't help their kids but hurts I will never know. I have always felt, you don't need to praise your children everytime they take a breath, that's not how the world is and you are guaranteed to fail at least once so be prepared, it helps for them to fall down, believe me it does!
I remember when our son was in Boy Scouts and he needed to build his pinewood derby. He knew his Dad loved woodworking so he asked his Dad for a few tips. Although David told him what he thought he needed to do with the tools and gave a little extra support he sanded, painted and shaped that piece of wood into a 1st place winner. That is one of many things we always prided ourselves in teaching our kids, if you start something finish it to the best of your ability. That held true throughout school and has now spilled over into their careers.
When Jennifer from early on loved taking pictures, little did we realize that would be what she would ultimately want to do. (She first wanted to be a veteranarian). When she was in high school and did the photos for the yearbook for two years I admit I tried to give her a little push for photojournalism. A little of I guess the "storyteller" thought she would be great at it. Also she would be able to travel all over to wonderful places. I admit I guess I was living out a little dream.
Later when she came to us and said the two best schools in the country were in Santa Barbara, CA or Turners Falls, MA, we really didn't know what to think. Coming from CA I new #1 Santa Barbara is very expensive, #2 the school basically was "on your own, no housing facilities" you get the drift. I immediately thought Turners Falls, sounded like Bedford Falls from "It's a Wonderful Life". So off we went on spring break to visit. It was your typical New England town and they had all the attributes of a school we knew she would get the right education for photography. Some of the top photographer's in the country and the world have went their or taught at.
Well after her year their, graduation and a really tough start, (especially coming back to Sedville and trying to start a business) she had her first wedding this weekend. I have to say I was proud that she asked me to be her "photographer's assistant". I really didn't do much other than carry the camera bag but the previledge to be their was wonderful.
The Mom in me was so proud, to be able to stand back and let her do her job. The more she does the more comfortable she will become. I know I was pretty comfortable and previledged to be a Mom that knew "I think her Dad and I did a pretty damn good job"..
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day Remembrance
On a previous posting I have written a little about my granpa Conner. For most of my life he was the only war hero that I knew. As the stories went he was one of several kids living in Bluefield, West Virginia when he enlisted in the U.S. Navy. He was a Boatswains mate. Of course he was proud of his duties during the war, but rarely did he talk about any of his time overseas. I knew he was in China, Japan, Australia and New Zealand and ports in between. He like most who were in any of the branches of service kept those stories private to a point.
When asked once why he didn't eat Chinese food, his comment was "I ate enough of the sh** overseas". He had trunks of treasures from that time, he also kept a scrapbook on board ship and my granma kept one at home. His were mostly about the various newsworthy stories that were going on at the home front and hers were stories about battles where he was plus all the special letter's he would send to her and my mom.
One of the stories I remember and could never really verify was that he was at home on leave when they hit Pearl Harbor. He was a part of the Battle at Midway also and was injured by shrapnel in the stomach. For the rest of his life he needed to wear what looked like a woman's corset.
Even after he left the Navy, it was always a part of his life. The only color my grandparents ever painted their house was "battleship grey", he wore grey Chino's (hence his nickname).
I sometimes think that's part of my love for the State of Hawaii. Both trips we have made the boat ride to Pearl Harbor. I feel a sort of connection with my granpa in that if he would have been on ship he would have probably never been a part of my life.
When I make my trip to CA this summer I will be paying my respects to him at his resting place. Overlooking the Vincent Thomas Bridge, crossing the Port of Los Angeles. High on a hill looking out at the water he loved.
Not a day goes by that I don't miss you and wish so much to tell you how special you were.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A Rose is a Rose If you Leave it Alone...
With another beautiful day of sunshine I thought I really should attempt to finish the weeding I started last week. I know I will need to go back over the area I originally did but it won't be as bad as the one dreaded corner in our landscape that I hate to do and can't seem to get anything to grow their. The southeast corner always seems to get overgrown by several different kinds of unwanted, unrecognizable sprigs. I have all but given up trying to plan anything in that corner for several reasons.
Our dogs tend to run through the planter box which leave it difficult to maintain any pretty flowers or plants. We have several shrubs that you can't really hurt to much, and the birds seem to nest inside them anyway.
We we first moved to this house I was so looking forward to being able to plan a variety of different rose bushes and flowering plants. We had a vegetable garden in our backyard at our house in CA and had a front corner that I planted several roses and other flowers in. Our first year here I eagerly bought three rose bushes and eagerly awaited the beautiful flowers. Needless to say one by one they died, I never could figure out if it was the ground content or lack of but I gave up on roses.
Several years after we lived here one spring as I was weeding I noticed what looked like a rose bush sprout out from underneath the foundation of the house. I left it alone and it grew like a weed, it didn't flower that year but I eventually pruned it back and each year since I have gotten at least one bud. This year I left it alone and it has about seven roses. After years of observations I believe it is a climbing rose bush. This isn't the only plant that has mysteriously appeared in the yard. Several ferns appear at end of spring into early summer that end up like large fan looking sprays. They actually help keep the area cool and look rather exotic.
David and I have figured that before we moved hear that the house probably had alot of overgrowth and the owners whacked everything down to nothing and that it took several years to recover.
I have resigned myself to only keeping hanging geraniums (you usually can't kill those very easily, and they also keep the bugs away).
Like the song "I Left my Heart in San Francisco", well "I Left my Green Thumb in Los Angeles" I guess...
Our dogs tend to run through the planter box which leave it difficult to maintain any pretty flowers or plants. We have several shrubs that you can't really hurt to much, and the birds seem to nest inside them anyway.
We we first moved to this house I was so looking forward to being able to plan a variety of different rose bushes and flowering plants. We had a vegetable garden in our backyard at our house in CA and had a front corner that I planted several roses and other flowers in. Our first year here I eagerly bought three rose bushes and eagerly awaited the beautiful flowers. Needless to say one by one they died, I never could figure out if it was the ground content or lack of but I gave up on roses.
Several years after we lived here one spring as I was weeding I noticed what looked like a rose bush sprout out from underneath the foundation of the house. I left it alone and it grew like a weed, it didn't flower that year but I eventually pruned it back and each year since I have gotten at least one bud. This year I left it alone and it has about seven roses. After years of observations I believe it is a climbing rose bush. This isn't the only plant that has mysteriously appeared in the yard. Several ferns appear at end of spring into early summer that end up like large fan looking sprays. They actually help keep the area cool and look rather exotic.
David and I have figured that before we moved hear that the house probably had alot of overgrowth and the owners whacked everything down to nothing and that it took several years to recover.
I have resigned myself to only keeping hanging geraniums (you usually can't kill those very easily, and they also keep the bugs away).
Like the song "I Left my Heart in San Francisco", well "I Left my Green Thumb in Los Angeles" I guess...
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Being Accountable and What It Really Means
As a child growing up our household dynamic was my Dad was a firefighter for the Los Angeles County Fire Department and my Mom was as my Dad liked to put on our tax records a Domestic Engineer. I never exactly knew if he was being snide or if he thought that sounded more professional. It was his choice that she not work although her education had been nursing. She graduated in one of the first classes at the local community college in the late 50's as a LPN. I never really figured out if she was upset that she never got to work outside the home but I remember them both saying "Be independent and self-sufficient and depend on no one". I had my first job at 17 in a local bank as a "check filer". Today that job is done by machine but I thought it was so cool everyday after school to go down and spend 2 1/2 hours a day seeing what the local companies spent their money on. I distinctly remember one of the larger alcohol distributors had numerous bounced checks. It was a fun job for a 17 year old and I was pumped that I got $60.00 a week.
Two weeks after graduation I received notices from the State of California wanting to hire me as an entry-level clerk. I had a couple choices and picked the Employment Development Department Job Bank. I worked in one of several throughout the state that employers called when they needed jobs filled. It was definitely an interesting place and some of the other employees would tell me some of the interesting people they would come across both on the phone and in person. I never could understand why some of the applicants would work the system and basically just appear at the office to say they had been out on job interviews (when they hadn't and the determinations officer would have to decide whether or not to approve there unemployment checks).
Now with the economy as it is, a recent conversation took me back to that time. I have several people I know who are getting unemployment because they have been laid off, they haven't really attempted to find other work or when they were asked to return to work they would rather claim the unemployment. I have never been in this situation, never received a cent of unemployment but I guess this general attitude bothers me a little.
I know everyone makes choices: We made a life changing one when we made our big move almost 13 years ago. I knew when we started our business early on that we could go anywhere in the country and still run our trucking business, but my specific job being a civil servant was a little more difficult. At the time I had worked 16 1/2 years in several different capacities, had benefits, seniority. I knew I would never be able to make the amount of money I had before in the area I was moving too and without more education behind me it would be more beneficial to our family for me to stay at home at run the other half of the business.
Yes to some I might be a Domestic Engineer (I do have to do housework) I do the office aspects of running our business (phones, computer, bills, quotes, purchasing, public relations, filing, advertising, you get the idea), When the kids were still at home I was taxi-mom, activities chairperson). I have also added in the last several years part-time caregiver to my in-laws, somehow in the span of 24 hours I volunteer for a couple organizations in the community and church, I try and have some "me" time. But I guess my point is people just assume because I don't get dressed up everyday and leave the house for 8-12 hours a day and actually get a paycheck with my name on it, I don't work... I knew from the get-go I would have to tackle this dilemma.
Try as I might I try to ignore the rude and insensitive comments. Recently while at the hospital someone mentioned they had seen a picture of me in the paper from a recent activity I belong too. The other person in the room made a comment something to the affect "I didn't know you worked?". My reply, "I work everyday". The room went silent. Enough said the conversation went to something else.
Point being, I probably work harder than alot of people I know who actually get a paycheck every week. My multi-tasking skills have taken on a life of their own, sometimes I am so busy I can hardly catch my breath. Sometimes I question my path I have taken because sometimes I know I depend on my husband for all the hard work he has to do. We all do what we have to do to survive in this world. Some people just do it a little differently than others...
Two weeks after graduation I received notices from the State of California wanting to hire me as an entry-level clerk. I had a couple choices and picked the Employment Development Department Job Bank. I worked in one of several throughout the state that employers called when they needed jobs filled. It was definitely an interesting place and some of the other employees would tell me some of the interesting people they would come across both on the phone and in person. I never could understand why some of the applicants would work the system and basically just appear at the office to say they had been out on job interviews (when they hadn't and the determinations officer would have to decide whether or not to approve there unemployment checks).
Now with the economy as it is, a recent conversation took me back to that time. I have several people I know who are getting unemployment because they have been laid off, they haven't really attempted to find other work or when they were asked to return to work they would rather claim the unemployment. I have never been in this situation, never received a cent of unemployment but I guess this general attitude bothers me a little.
I know everyone makes choices: We made a life changing one when we made our big move almost 13 years ago. I knew when we started our business early on that we could go anywhere in the country and still run our trucking business, but my specific job being a civil servant was a little more difficult. At the time I had worked 16 1/2 years in several different capacities, had benefits, seniority. I knew I would never be able to make the amount of money I had before in the area I was moving too and without more education behind me it would be more beneficial to our family for me to stay at home at run the other half of the business.
Yes to some I might be a Domestic Engineer (I do have to do housework) I do the office aspects of running our business (phones, computer, bills, quotes, purchasing, public relations, filing, advertising, you get the idea), When the kids were still at home I was taxi-mom, activities chairperson). I have also added in the last several years part-time caregiver to my in-laws, somehow in the span of 24 hours I volunteer for a couple organizations in the community and church, I try and have some "me" time. But I guess my point is people just assume because I don't get dressed up everyday and leave the house for 8-12 hours a day and actually get a paycheck with my name on it, I don't work... I knew from the get-go I would have to tackle this dilemma.
Try as I might I try to ignore the rude and insensitive comments. Recently while at the hospital someone mentioned they had seen a picture of me in the paper from a recent activity I belong too. The other person in the room made a comment something to the affect "I didn't know you worked?". My reply, "I work everyday". The room went silent. Enough said the conversation went to something else.
Point being, I probably work harder than alot of people I know who actually get a paycheck every week. My multi-tasking skills have taken on a life of their own, sometimes I am so busy I can hardly catch my breath. Sometimes I question my path I have taken because sometimes I know I depend on my husband for all the hard work he has to do. We all do what we have to do to survive in this world. Some people just do it a little differently than others...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
A Sigh Continued
As I said on the previous post, this week has been filled with highs, lows and everything in between. I was counting the days for David to return home on Thursday night. I told him please try and not wake me up as I new he would be getting in rather late. Usually he can sneak in pretty well but this one wasn't one of those times. I had been so exhausted and relieved from my news on Thursday that I fell asleep rather early, only to be woke up with him getting his bag caught on the bell I have on the door (I kept it on even after the kids left, it was my makeshift alarm when they would sneak in later than I liked), he then dropped his boots on the floor and bumped into the chair, as he made it to the bedroom the dogs were starting whimper and scratch, I told him he could forget trying to be quiet as I was already awake, amazingly I had no problem falling back to sleep.
When we woke up Friday I asked him what his plans were, "Nothin". He said he would tag along with me to the store (which I knew probably wasn't the best idea, like a kid we end up with more in the cart than needed). We got halfway through the store when my cell rang. My MIL was frantic. My FIL had passed out on the living room floor, hit his head and was slightly dazed. She hesitated to call the ambulance but I said go ahead and we would be right over. Anyone who knows my FIL he very rarely complains and has been a trooper with dealing with my MIL's cancer and has taken on alot. When the EMT's arrived they asked him if he wanted to go and he said yes. Wow he must feel bad I thought. The entourage followed to the emergency room where we sat for the next 7 hours. Tests, scans and finally they admitted him and he has spent the weekend in the hospital. More tests on Monday and hopefully answers (his blood pressure was high and he has one kidney to add to all this).
I know it pained me to see two people married 59 years in June, the look in their eyes and the fight they have been through with health issues. One would be lost without the other. He is a man of few words. They have worked as a team for the 27 years I have known them. I have used them as my blueprint to some extent. I think one of the main differences for me is that I have always been an independent person to a large extent, where my MIL hasn't. She chooses to be dependent on him fully. She never learned to drive a car, she has chosen not to educate herself about household finances, and her world is "she asks no questions".
I know I will someday be in likely the same life situations they are in health wise but I am so thankful I was raised to be for the most part independent.
I know one thing this past month I have learned: Learn to say "NO", try not to take certain things seriously, live life to the fullest, and try, try not to worry, duh easier said than done, but it's a work in progress. Breath, and enjoy the sunny days, it doesn't matter where you pray.
Love what you have, you never no when it could be taken away...
When we woke up Friday I asked him what his plans were, "Nothin". He said he would tag along with me to the store (which I knew probably wasn't the best idea, like a kid we end up with more in the cart than needed). We got halfway through the store when my cell rang. My MIL was frantic. My FIL had passed out on the living room floor, hit his head and was slightly dazed. She hesitated to call the ambulance but I said go ahead and we would be right over. Anyone who knows my FIL he very rarely complains and has been a trooper with dealing with my MIL's cancer and has taken on alot. When the EMT's arrived they asked him if he wanted to go and he said yes. Wow he must feel bad I thought. The entourage followed to the emergency room where we sat for the next 7 hours. Tests, scans and finally they admitted him and he has spent the weekend in the hospital. More tests on Monday and hopefully answers (his blood pressure was high and he has one kidney to add to all this).
I know it pained me to see two people married 59 years in June, the look in their eyes and the fight they have been through with health issues. One would be lost without the other. He is a man of few words. They have worked as a team for the 27 years I have known them. I have used them as my blueprint to some extent. I think one of the main differences for me is that I have always been an independent person to a large extent, where my MIL hasn't. She chooses to be dependent on him fully. She never learned to drive a car, she has chosen not to educate herself about household finances, and her world is "she asks no questions".
I know I will someday be in likely the same life situations they are in health wise but I am so thankful I was raised to be for the most part independent.
I know one thing this past month I have learned: Learn to say "NO", try not to take certain things seriously, live life to the fullest, and try, try not to worry, duh easier said than done, but it's a work in progress. Breath, and enjoy the sunny days, it doesn't matter where you pray.
Love what you have, you never no when it could be taken away...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Breathing a VERY Big Sigh of Relief
After over a month of appointments, scans, ultrasound, and a biopsy yesterday the surgeon called this afternoon and said "everything was fine". The best possible words in the English language on this day for me.
If you are like I am, I literally had myself suffering from the dreaded disease but the million in one I told you so's and extra special prayers from my great friends and also my little prayer myself to God yesterday as I laid on the gurney while they poked the needle into my breast was heard.
So many things go through your head and it doesn't help when every other thing on the news or television in general points to the worse case scenarios. As much as you don't want to watch it or hear about any of it, it draws you in. I guess you just have to learn to separate yourself from it. I know that it is better to be informed and with the Internet at hand it is really important to keep the truth from the myth or legend separate.
Of course the first person I called was my husband, the second was my MIL who in a totally bizarre turn of events yesterday at the hospital told me "you can't be sick, I need you".
My wonderful daughter accompanied me yesterday bright and early to the hospital. I felt it was alot to put on 22 years of her life but she didn't shy away a bit from the task. God love her. We sat there only a few moments when the nurse came to bring me in. Of course her first words were "How are you today?". My reply was "gee I can think of 101 places I would rather be". I know it was just a way of starting a dialog but what other kind of response would they expect.
As I hopped up on the gurney they covered me with the nice warm blankets my start to the procedure began. Staring up at the ceiling tiles I commented to the technician "gee you would think they would put pictures or even a flat screen TV on the ceiling to distract patients". Her reply "I'll make that suggestion". The hum of the ultrasound machine helped a little to distract me, kinda reminded me of a hair dryer which actually puts me to sleep if I am under one long enough.
The doctor came in and proceeded to explain the quick procedure, poke me with the deadening medicine and then on with the biopsy. The one thing that went through my mind was I am glad I have large boobs because it felt like they were pressing down so hard they were going to invert it through my back. In the snap of a finger it was done. The only symptom aftermath later in the day was I felt like I had been hit with a baseball. No bruising like they said might happen. As I got up to leave the surgeon repeated that he really didn't think it was anything to worry about, "go shopping" he said. Gee I don't have to be told twice.
I didn't go shopping but decided to take my daughter to breakfast instead.
Before we left the hospital I knew that my MIL was down in the Cancer Center getting as she called it "her extra quart of oil". With her cancer she gets low on fluids frequently and needs to get 4 hour treatments occasionally. As I stopped by and had a word with her before she got started, one of our local photographers was there getting set up to take pictures. The Center is preparing a new brochure on the center and they were waiting for "models" patients to come in. The photographer couldn't wait so he asked myself and my MIL and FIL to play like we were patients, by that time a friend of mine had brought her husband in for his treatment so we had a room full. It felt a little strange to me to be acting like I was a cancer patient but I always seem to get talked into things in a strange way.
I am just glad that I can get back to my usual routine and go on...
I tried to keep as quiet as possible about this and only told a few friends..Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers I truly appreciate everything...Sigh
If you are like I am, I literally had myself suffering from the dreaded disease but the million in one I told you so's and extra special prayers from my great friends and also my little prayer myself to God yesterday as I laid on the gurney while they poked the needle into my breast was heard.
So many things go through your head and it doesn't help when every other thing on the news or television in general points to the worse case scenarios. As much as you don't want to watch it or hear about any of it, it draws you in. I guess you just have to learn to separate yourself from it. I know that it is better to be informed and with the Internet at hand it is really important to keep the truth from the myth or legend separate.
Of course the first person I called was my husband, the second was my MIL who in a totally bizarre turn of events yesterday at the hospital told me "you can't be sick, I need you".
My wonderful daughter accompanied me yesterday bright and early to the hospital. I felt it was alot to put on 22 years of her life but she didn't shy away a bit from the task. God love her. We sat there only a few moments when the nurse came to bring me in. Of course her first words were "How are you today?". My reply was "gee I can think of 101 places I would rather be". I know it was just a way of starting a dialog but what other kind of response would they expect.
As I hopped up on the gurney they covered me with the nice warm blankets my start to the procedure began. Staring up at the ceiling tiles I commented to the technician "gee you would think they would put pictures or even a flat screen TV on the ceiling to distract patients". Her reply "I'll make that suggestion". The hum of the ultrasound machine helped a little to distract me, kinda reminded me of a hair dryer which actually puts me to sleep if I am under one long enough.
The doctor came in and proceeded to explain the quick procedure, poke me with the deadening medicine and then on with the biopsy. The one thing that went through my mind was I am glad I have large boobs because it felt like they were pressing down so hard they were going to invert it through my back. In the snap of a finger it was done. The only symptom aftermath later in the day was I felt like I had been hit with a baseball. No bruising like they said might happen. As I got up to leave the surgeon repeated that he really didn't think it was anything to worry about, "go shopping" he said. Gee I don't have to be told twice.
I didn't go shopping but decided to take my daughter to breakfast instead.
Before we left the hospital I knew that my MIL was down in the Cancer Center getting as she called it "her extra quart of oil". With her cancer she gets low on fluids frequently and needs to get 4 hour treatments occasionally. As I stopped by and had a word with her before she got started, one of our local photographers was there getting set up to take pictures. The Center is preparing a new brochure on the center and they were waiting for "models" patients to come in. The photographer couldn't wait so he asked myself and my MIL and FIL to play like we were patients, by that time a friend of mine had brought her husband in for his treatment so we had a room full. It felt a little strange to me to be acting like I was a cancer patient but I always seem to get talked into things in a strange way.
I am just glad that I can get back to my usual routine and go on...
I tried to keep as quiet as possible about this and only told a few friends..Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers I truly appreciate everything...Sigh
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Mother's-What are They Worth?
In the last few days there has been several stories about what a mother is actually worth. They get paid with hugs and kisses, sometimes mean comments but someone has actually calculated what we as mother's would be worth if we got paid over the course of time that we raise our children. I actually took a few moments to figure it out for myself and if over the course of 18 years I would have been, if actually payment had been made close to $1 million! Give or take a few thousand. My children's first 10 years I worked outside the home full-time, with a three hour commute round trip. I still to this day don't know how I did it and can't believe I made it through those years. I guess I thought it might be a little easier when we moved to be a stay-at-home mom. Actually I think it was harder, since I probably tripled my activities, adding on school, business and what personal time I could juggle.
I know no mother would probably take a penny for being a mother, we all know going in that it isn't an easy task, but fulfilling in almost every way.
This time of year is a little bittersweet each year since my biological mom has been gone 15 years, both granma's have been gone for several years and I haven't spoken to my adoptive mom in 25 years. Thank goodness for my mother-in-law. She has been there from the start. Always willing to listen to whatever problems even if they were about her son sometimes. She always says she hates mother's day. I think it brings sad memories for both of us in many different ways.
For those who still have there mom's--don't just make this weekend a day of celebration, make everyday one. Even the smallest thank you or acknowledgement means the world to all Mom's..I was blessed with two great children and any amount of money whether it be a million or a dollar I don't think it matters..
Just watch the next time someone yells out mom in a store, how many heads turn around...
I know no mother would probably take a penny for being a mother, we all know going in that it isn't an easy task, but fulfilling in almost every way.
This time of year is a little bittersweet each year since my biological mom has been gone 15 years, both granma's have been gone for several years and I haven't spoken to my adoptive mom in 25 years. Thank goodness for my mother-in-law. She has been there from the start. Always willing to listen to whatever problems even if they were about her son sometimes. She always says she hates mother's day. I think it brings sad memories for both of us in many different ways.
For those who still have there mom's--don't just make this weekend a day of celebration, make everyday one. Even the smallest thank you or acknowledgement means the world to all Mom's..I was blessed with two great children and any amount of money whether it be a million or a dollar I don't think it matters..
Just watch the next time someone yells out mom in a store, how many heads turn around...
Friday, May 1, 2009
Insurance-Everyone Needs It,Not Everyone Gets It
I know I am not the first when the word "insurance" comes up, the fine hairs on my neck stand on end, and my blood starts to boil. The million and one insurance you have to have to live in the world with is unbelievable.
Health Insurance, Car Insurance, Life Insurance, Renter's Insurance, the list goes on and on. If there isn't a policy for it they will make it up insurance. I think I can say I feel like we are "insurance poor". Let's not even bring up the price of said insurances. The millions of Americans who can't even afford any insurance I feel especially sorry for.
This past week I had three different insurance issues to deal with. I can't say I understand insurance any better than I did before I started but I am sure I am not alone.
Health Insurance, Car Insurance, Life Insurance, Renter's Insurance, the list goes on and on. If there isn't a policy for it they will make it up insurance. I think I can say I feel like we are "insurance poor". Let's not even bring up the price of said insurances. The millions of Americans who can't even afford any insurance I feel especially sorry for.
This past week I had three different insurance issues to deal with. I can't say I understand insurance any better than I did before I started but I am sure I am not alone.
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